One of the rooms in Sverine Inn was luxurious.
The square space was made entirely out of pure real wood with two large glass windows installed. The light ambient light brought relaxation to one's eyes. The scent of fresh spring sprung around the room as the sunlight basked the fur carpet on the floor. The ceiling was adorned with a beautiful painting of earth and a single great tree with thousands of branches. A small vase by the side of the queen-sized bed and twin flowers of red and blue said hello to the ones at the door.
Cecile found herself standing with her right hand carrying the unconscious fortune-teller. The latter's mouth still had blood drooling out and the former couldn't even be bothered. She threw the woman right on top of the bed and bounced twice.
"It seems like it is not enough for a fledgling to know her whereabouts, huh," muttered Cecile before she let out a disappointed sigh.
